A/N: Hey, it's padfoot07 again. Well, here is another chapter to keep you going! I can't promise you a chapter a day, like I've just done, but I will try my best to put one up every couple of days, as long as you guys keep reviewing! Deal? Good! ;) Now, onto the story… (after a quick reply to my first couple of reviewers!)

Sarah Queen of the Goblin – evil laugh - yeah, you'll find out who the girl is before the end, so don't worry… but don't forget about her… I'll being putting in a description about her soon though… so keep reading!

Wytchkat – here you go – more! LOL – you will be able to find out how she went back in time in a few more Chapters… well, maybe more than a few… I'll let you know when I post it though!

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, except for the plot! (Yes, I actually do have a creative bone in me;) )

Hermione lay in the bed, not able to move due to the amount of shock that was controlling her body. "19 – 19 … 1983?" the panting girl finally chocked out.

"Is there something wrong, Miss Granger?" asked Dumbledore with a slight frown on his face. "What year did you think it was?"

"Well, where I come from… the year is 2005…" stammered Hermione. "If it is really 1983, then that means… I've gone back to – " Hermione stopped suddenly, and her eyes grew wide while she looked around frantically. "Harry," Hermione whispered.

"What's that, Miss Granger? I'm afraid that I don't know a Mr. Harry…"

"Oh, no, Professor, it's nothing – " Hermione mumbled looking into Dumbledore's penetrating stare. "Do you, by chance, know a Mr. Potter?"

Dumbledore chuckled, "why yes, Mr. James Potter will be this year's Head Boy, with Miss Lily Evans being the Head Girl. Why do you ask?"

"Well – you could say that… I know them… in a way…"

"Miss Granger," Dumbledore said with enough force to cause Hermione to look at him, startled. "I take it that, coming from the future, you must know some… things." Dumbledore put his hand up, stopping Hermione's next remark. "I would appreciate if you don't share what you know." That one sentence stopped all future protests from Hermione. That was the last thing she had expected him to say – Hermione, had she been a betting woman, would have bet any number of Galleons that the Headmaster would have wanted Hermione to tell him everything, so that they would be able to better prepare themselves for what was to come. Looking into Albus' eyes, however, changed her mind. Of course, thought Hermione, if I told them, then things could go horribly wrong… just think about all the danger and trouble you and Harry could have caused in your 3rd year… Thinking about Harry, however, did nothing to improve Hermione's mood. With sad yet understanding eyes, Hermione nodded at her Professor.

"Thank you, Miss Granger. Now – about your schooling… how far did you get, may I ask?"

"Well, right before I came here, it was the end of my 6th year… about one week before the start of the summer holidays."

"I see. Well, like I said, you may join us for the upcoming school year. I am sure that Miss Evans would be more than delighted to help you. I have decided that we will tell the school that you are a transfer student from The Institute of Magic for Witches. It is a school for young women, on the border of Spain and France." Said Dumbledore, with the usual twinkle in his eye.

"Alright, sir – I'd like that. But, could you tell me…" started Hermione, anxious to get to the part she had been most worried about, "what about my house? I was in Gryffindor before…" trailed off Hermione, seeing a knowing look in Professor Dumbledore's eyes.

"Well – I was going to let the Sorting Hat decide, Miss Granger, if that's alright with you, of course."

"Of course," blushed Hermione. She didn't mean to be a prat, but she was just so worried, for herself, but also for her friends she had left behind. What happened to Harry? And Ron? thought Hermione, starting to tear up. What if I never see them again? Dumbledore saw the saddened look on Hermione's face, and decided that the poor girl needed some rest.

"Here's a vial of some Dreamless Sleep Potion," said Dumbledore, handing the container to the girl on the bed. "Madame Pomprey will have both of our heads if you don't drink all of that," Dumbledore continued kindly. "Goodnight, Miss Granger. I'd say 'pleasant dreams,' but under the circumstances…"

"Hermione smiled at Dumbledore, taking the potion and downing it in a single gulp. "Thank you, sir," sighed Hermione, as she drifted off to sleep.

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When Hermione woke again, it was to a pair of big, hazel eyes, and a pair of even bigger ears.

"Ohs! Is am so sorry, Miss, to be awakening you!" proclaimed the young house-elf. "I was told to tell yous to get dressed, Miss! The train will be here in a minute!" Hermione was startled. Train? I can't have slept for two days! "Ummm… it's alright – "

"Kooky, Miss, my name is Kooky!" the female house-elf beamed, seeming to know that Hermione didn't know her name. "Oh! Thanks, Kooky… are you sure that the train will be here in a minute?"

"Yes, Miss – yous supposed to wear these here robes that Master Dumbledore gots for you!" Hermione looked taken back, not only from the kindness of the Headmaster, but from Kooky's behavior. "Now, Kooky, you don't have to call me 'Miss', nor do you have to call the Headmaster 'Master!'" Hermione began ranting with her usual fervor. "I have always felt that all house-elves should stand up for their rights, and that incl – " Hermione was cut off suddenly by a snap of Kooky's fingers.

"Now, Miss, I is meaning no bad feelings, Miss, but yous needs to get dressed now," said Kooky with a slight from while Hermione tried to speak (to no avail). With a sigh, Hermione nodded, got up, and started to change into the dress robes, which fit surprisingly well. Oh well, thought Hermione, that's nothing new. It's not like Harry or Ron ever wanted to listen to me either! Had they at least given ONE thought about putting some effort into S.P.E.W., then – " but Hermione's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a whistle.

"Ohs, Miss! Yous is so late! Here:" Kooky exclaimed with another snap of her fingers. Hermione's clothes began to dress themselves onto her body, and Hermione was relieved to see that she was once again able to talk. "Thanks," smiled Hermione and her new friend.

There was a knock on the door, and then Minerva McGonagall walked in. "Oh, good. I'm glad to see that you're dressed and rested. Thank you for your help, Kooky – it was most appreciated." Kooky nodded, and snapped her fingers again, this time making herself disappear. "Now, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall continued, "You will accompany me down towards the Great Hall. I will set you into a room off towards the side, and then I'll come and get you when it is time for you to be sorted. Understood?" she asked Hermione.

"Yes, Professor," replied Hermione, hardly able to contain her excitement.

"Alright then dear, follow me." With that, Professor McGonagall turned and walked out of the infirmary. After a few minutes, they arrived at a classroom, which Hermione recognized to be the one Firenze would use one day. "You will wait here," Professor McGonagall told Hermione, "I should be back in a few minutes." When Hermione nodded, Minerva turned on her heel and left the room.

True to her word, Hermione was only left waiting about 15 minutes, during which she could hear the occasion cry of 'RAVENCLAW,' 'GRYFFINDOR,' HUFFLEPUFF,' and 'SLYTHERIN!' When McGonagall came and removed Hermione from the classroom, she noticed the girl look a little worried. Poor girl, I wonder what she has been through… she does look a little better, now that she's gotten some sleep, thought Minerva.

Minerva walked purposefully through the massive doors that led into the Great Hall.

"Ah!" exclaimed Professor Dumbledore when Hermione made it up to the table that the teachers ate at. He spun Hermione around so that she was facing the students – many of which either looked curious or puzzled to see a strange young witch in front of them. "Now that the new first years have been sorted, I'd like to introduce you all to Miss Hermione Granger. This young lady has just transferred here from the Institute of Magic for Witches, and will be joining us for this school year." He paused to let that remark sink in. "Now, while she is here, I expect all of you to treat her just like you treat each other – with the utmost respect." Dumbledore seemed to be eyeing the Slytherin table when he said that.

"Miss, Granger, would you be so kind as to have a seat here, and we will let the Sorting Hat decide in which house you shall be joining." Hermione walked over to the stool on which sat the Sorting Hat. She picked it up, eyed it for a moment, and set in down on her head, while she slid onto the seat.

Hmmm… Miss Granger, huh? I see much here, in your head. We've met before yes? Or rather, we will meet again. Well, I know just where to put you – the Sorting Hat opened its brim wide and yelled:

A/N: hehehe – sorry to leave it there, but I just love cliff hangers! Well, I'm going to start the working on the next chapter now, so maybe you'll get another tomorrow! Keep checking back, and please: Read and Review!